They found the k**er, she preyed on the weak
America's pulling, the headlines out of me
I've walked the pillars, of the Hebrides
Profit poets in the Land of the Free
Of course I am open, of course I am free
Of course I am wondering what's happening to me
Of course I am open, of course I am free
Of course I am saying:
This is the Hebrides
I joined the sinners down in New Orleans
America's pockets are full of broken dreams
I went back to the Highlands, where they say Hope has a cure
Bibles are bashing the clients to their who*es
Of course I am open, of course I am free
Of course I am wondering what's happening to me
Of course I am open, of course I am free
Of course I am saying:
This is the Hebrides
I've crawled along the floor
From Miami to the Falls
Louisiana didn't know
What Alabama should have told about the war along the way
And I, I still loved
Arthur Millar, Alasdair Gray
Things are busy not happening to me
Michael Marra, Johnny Cash
I've stepped from the islands
To plagiarise the past
Of course I am open, of course I am free
Of course I am wondering what's happening to me
Of course I am open, of course I am free
Of course I am saying:
This is the Hebrides
The things that I want, the things that I need
The things that are busy not happening to me
Europe is falling and I'd strike for anything
Millipedes racing down America's skin